Ummm...excuse me, Narcissus...but, exactly how many of your myriad personalities, all of them cracked as a cow's horn, are you including in this "We" proposition? I just want to know the size of the mob I am speaking of, here, you understand. it makes a difference in, um, which psychology should be applied, if you see my point.

It finally loaded. I like the squirrel and the monkey with the goat. That tiger was pretty impressive also. I remember that about the Prospect Park Zoo, when I was a ranger in that park. I'd go through the zoo on hot days to see the zookeepers playing with the tigers as they hosed them off. The only big cat to like water.

Hey, Amos, speaking of wierd pictures, I watched Stranger than Fiction yesterday. Interesting. Farrell is an actor I've been aware of but haven't gone out of my way to watch before. I was pleasantly surprised.

There may be crawdads in the creek, mostly turtles and various fish. Lots of birds. It's an urban creek--do you think gumbo out of those waters would be good for you?

This is a little tough for eating. (This is an authoritative photo of one of the critters). And this you could use for seasoning (just a nice photo I found when I was looking for a place to park the ammonite--one I took during a deep freeze after a warm spell this winter. That rosemary is so easy to trick into blooming!)

I suppose he needed something from which to let his tackle fall, so he brought some davits to the golf course. I believe they make a small plastic shoulder-mounted variety with little itsy-bitsy lines in it.

Someone give Pat a call--Rapaire is off his meds again. I just received a text message from a golfer who saw a big nude guy kowtowing to a huge pile of golf balls he'd retrieved from the brush near his fence. He's chanting something about "Jessup Mountain" and has left divots all over the place.

Dorothy absovled the Wicked Witch of the West by throwing a bucket of water on her. Are you going to do the same to absolve us? If so, please warm the water to approx 98 degrees (f) before absolving us.

We absolve you of your heinous and grievous and nearly unforgivable sin, that of Failing To Believe In Me. We do require certain penances of you, beginning with the donation of all of your worldly wealth to Khandu because We, as Deity don't need it and besides, We can get it from him anytime We wish. You will also sprinkle your heads with hot ashes, but as an all-beneficent deity We enjoin you from harming yourselves by doing so. Lastly, We require you to climb Soyo-San (also known as Mt. Soyo) by walking on your hands; you may descend in the normal way, by jumping off.

I think that "ammonite" is what they make ammo out of. Or, it is that of which they make ammo. Or, ammo is made of "ammonite" (parenthesis optional).

Crayfish are in the creek in your back yard and if you want to fix them in a gumbo then, yes, you can mail some to me. Crayfish also worship Chemosh (this isn't well known, but I have it on good authority. I made it up).

Ammo is better for warship than for worship. That's just my observation. Your opinion may vary.

Some Gods are so picky!! Control freaks. Jealous. Kinda like any other celebrity.

Anyway, I had forgotten all about Chemosh, John, she'd gone completely out of my heart and mind until you reminded me just now.

Chemosh-nadab (in Assyrian, Kammusu-Nadbi) was the king of Moab during the reign of Sennacherib. He is described on the Taylor Prism as bringing tribute to the Assyrian king during the latter's Levantine campaigns.

According to the Hebrew Bible, the worship of this god, "the abomination of Moab," was introduced at Jerusalem by Solomon (1 Kings 11:7), but was abolished by Josiah (2 Kings 23:13). On the Moabite stone, Mesha (2 Kings 3:5) ascribed his victories over the king of Israel to this god, "And Chemosh drove him before my sight."

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The etymology of "Chemosh" is unknown. The name of the father of Mesba, Chemosh-melek ("Chemosh is Malik," or "Chemosh is king"; compare Moabite Stone, line 1), indicates the possibility that Chemosh and Malik (or Moloch) were one and the same deity. Judges xi. 24 has been thought by some to be a proof of this, since it speaks of Chemosh as the god of the Ammonites, while Moloch is elsewhere their god (compare I Kings xi. 7, 33). Several critics rightly regard the statement in Judges as a mistake; but such an error was not unnatural. since both Chemosh and Moloch were developed, in different environments, from the same primitive divinity, and possessed many of the same epithets.

I tell ya, man, those were the good old days. John, let me know if you want to start a revival movement... ;>)

Chemosh was prior to the establishment of the Temple of the Golden Globes.

Molek didn't do to badly for a god worshiped primarily by extinct invertabretes.

Amos, Oowain is a "pre-minstrel" because due to test anxiety he has flunked his apprenticeship exams 32 years running. On a trip to 1575 Her Majesty (Bess I, that is) did decree him to be a full fledged minstrel on merit, but since this will be 1540 that hasn't happened yet, even though it occurred (will have occurred?) several years ago.

English really needs a few more tenses to take care of situations like this.

Deuteronomy 2:9 Then the LORD said to me, "Do not harass the Moabites or provoke them to war, for I will not give you any part of their land. I have given Ar to the descendants of Lot as a possession."

1 Kings 11:33 I will do this because they have [ Hebrew; Septuagint, Vulgate and Syriac because he has] forsaken me and worshiped Ashtoreth the goddess of the Sidonians, Chemosh the god of the Moabites, and Molek the god of the Ammonites, and have not walked in obedience to me, nor done what is right in my eyes, nor kept my decrees and laws as David, Solomon's father, did.

Monday, monday! ONly 4 days until I time travel for the first time since christmas! yee-haw!

going to visit 1540 this time around - seems Oberon has decided that King Hank is a gloomy gus and is going to show up at May Day celebrations (held late due to weather) and liven things up. should be a fun weekend.

due to rain on friday and saturday the last of the snow disappeared - this strange bright light then appeared in the sky. wonder what it was?

"Original" means that no one ever did it/wrote it/whatever it before (it's too much trouble to reach for my dictionary). Therefore my song is original and is sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle," a ditty in the public domain.

Sorry, but "here" and "we" were both part of the original earlier song from which you stole derived yours. So it's fourteen.

As one who has contributed countless original works to MOAB and the Cat, I can only offer my condolences on the strain under which your equipment was recently placed, old friend. This, too, shall pass.

Do you have any idea of how much WORK that those sixteen words entailed? Do you? My brain was literally smoking from the friction of ideas and words rubbing together! I could have set my head on fire! In fact, I had a fire extinguisher pointed at my head as I wrote. But no, it's treated as if it was nothing at all. If my brain explodes from the knowledge and ideas contained therein it certainly won't be my fault! So there!